R&R please :) Copyright disclaimer- Please don't try and sue me, because that would be so not cool guys. Chapter edited 24/07/16

I'm lying in the back of my parents sleek car, everything aches. I wish everything would stop hurting and my parents would tell me what was wrong. My mom is staring at me with unshed tears in her eyes. I'm getting blood all over my dads leather seats, and I wonder why he isn't yelling at me like he usually would.

"I'm going to miss her Richard," My mom murmurs. My dad reaches for her hand over the console.

"It'll be okay." He tells her. Sounding sad.

Neither of them are paying attention to me at all. Usually I don't mind, but right now I'm in a lot of pain and I feel really dizzy and it'd be nice if they could tell me what was going on.

All I remember was going to that stupid party and Royce's big house and my parents arguing with him about money and then bam I'm lying in the back of a car bleeding all over my dads nice leather seats. Why did I hurt so much?

The car lurches to a stop and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I start crying because I hate throwing up but my mom and dad don't try to comfort me and they don't even tell me to suck it up like they sometimes do. I hoped we were at the hospital. I think I needed bandaids, lots of bandaids. Crying had made it even harder for me to breathe, but now that I've started I don't think I can stop.

Then my dad is grabbing me with hands that are cold as ice and my mom is staring at me with sullen eyes. I hang limp in my dads arms, focusing on staying awake. He's not overly gentle carrying me but I've become sort of numb and I wonder if that's a bad sign. I'm scared if I fall asleep I'll never get to see my mom and dad again. For some reason it's really hard to breath.

I'm set down on the damp grass. My dad turns around.

"Dad?," I try and say, but my voice comes out sounding more like a whimper.

My dad doesn't stop walking. My head is aching and I'm in too much pain to cry, all I can think about is the look on my moms face, the letting go, 'I'm going to miss her Richard.'

Then I remember. Royce King. Royce King did this to me.

I keep gasping and gasping and I'm not even sure what half the sounds I'm making can be described as. All the gasping makes my stomach churn even more and this time I can't resist the urge to throw up. I only have the energy to turn my head to the side. There's nothing in my stomach for me to barf up, so my body luckily gives up pretty fast. But the burning in my throat mixed with the horrible pain radiating in my body is all too much for me to handle.

I gaze at the stars once more, and then I give in to the dark.

Carlisle POV

I was one lucky guy. I had a beautiful wife and four healthy and happy children. Though times hadn't always been so great. The day my wife Esme and I found out we could never have children of our own was a devastating day for us both. But we both were still eager to have a family of our own. Which led to us adopting children. One of the greatest decisions we ever would make.

At first we were foster parents. But after losing three foster children of our own we decided we could no longer take it. Esme and I would become far too attached to children that stayed with us, and our hearts broke when they left.

After countless background checks and paperwork we finally qualified to adopt. Edward Anthony Mason was the most well mannered and curious little boy we had ever met. I had treated his mother in the hospital, when she died the poor little boy was left all alone. After completing even more paperwork we had our first official child. Edward was eager to be a part of the family, and loved learning new things.

Two wonderful years went by, and Esme and I finally got to learn all about being parents. It wasn't until Edward started going to kindergarten and we realized just how well he interacted with other children that we decided it was time to get him some siblings to play with. We talked on and off with people at the agency for weeks. Three months later we visited an orphanage and met Emmett McCarthy, who stole our hearts with one toothy grin.

Though a social worker had warned us Emmett had frequent nightmares about his parents death (they had been killed in a car crash three months prior) and that he could be whiny and stubborn (but what three year old wasn't whiny) nothing could sway us once we set our mind to taking him home with us. Edward and Emmett became best friends. Emmett's nightmares all but stopped and I liked to believe all he'd really needed to solve his problems was someone to care for him.

Alice came as a surprise. Her mother had put her up for adoption as soon as she found out she was pregnant. The young mom was unable to look after the baby, and so we received a call from the adoption agency asking if we were interested in applying to adopt her. As her mother was a local in Forks at the time. We got to sit in the hospital waiting room when Alice was born. Esme and I had both cried when we got to hold her for the first time. It felt as though she was actually ours. We also learned the challenges that came with raising a baby, especially a baby as dramatic and picky as Alice.

We moved to Seattle when a job opening came up in the hospital there that offered better pay and would keep me busier then I was in Forks' ER. I liked making as much of a difference as I could, and coming home to my beautiful family made every moment worth it.

A little over a year ago- eight months after we moved to Seattle-we adopted our most recent child. Jasper Whitlock was a shy little boy with trust issues and a caring soul. He was older then any of our other children had been when we'd first adopted them, so he remembered more of his life before us then they did. The road at first had been rocky. Jasper had scars from his abusive father, things had gotten so bad for him after his mom had died from cancer that CPS got involved. When Jasper refused to talk for the first two weeks he lived with us we thought something was wrong with him. I couldn't find anything that hinted he had health issues, so we continued to be loving and patient with him. When he finally talked we were so relieved we took the whole family out for ice cream. He'd slowly begun to trust us, and he was as a part of the family as any of us.

Esme and I liked to say we'd saved our kids; but I think at the same time that we saved them, they saved us. We were very blessed to have a family to care for and look after. It was because I had such a wonderful family that I was able to work thorough long shifts at the hospital and help other families by taking care of their loved ones. Today I was in for yet another long shift.

I pour coffee into one of the styrofoam cups in the hospital break room. A couple nurses sit at tables on their phones, and one our radiologists has fallen asleep sitting up. Night shifts were hard on everyone. I take a sip of coffee and wrinkle my nose. I pour three cream packages into the cup until my coffee is less dark.

I take another sip out of my styrofoam coffee cup. The slightly disgusting hospital coffee was sometimes the only thing that kept me awake during my night shifts. Luckily for me I wasn't called in for the late shift too often, but when asked to fill in, I never said no. I barely got any sleep during the day. Sleeping when you have four kids bursting with energy that want to play with their dad is pretty much impossible. My pager beeped, my tiredness quickly forgotten I stood up to greet my patient.

A nurse greeted me as soon as I stepped out of my office. She gives me a tired smile but didn't waste anytime in telling me everything she could about our latest patient. You never knew what types of injuries patients in the emergency room could have. Especially working in one of the busiest hospitals in the city.

"We got a patient for you in room 203. Driver found her on the side of the road about ten minutes ago, pulse stopped twice on the ambulance ride here. Patient is showing respiratory distress with a possible punctured lung. As well as other injuries we haven't been able to asses yet, we need the okay to go into surgery."

"I'd like to see the patient first, have an OR ready. As soon as I'm done we'll start the operation to fix the lung."

I walked briskly, concerned our time was limited, especially if she was having breathing problems. My heart nearly shattered when I saw my latest patient for the first time. She was tiny, a lot younger then I had hoped someone with injuries such as hers to be. I had to swallow back the nausea I felt at the sight of her small battered body. The roughest patients for me to treat were always the young ones, as they reminded me so much of my own children. We didn't get many young children in our hospital, only kids who were seriously ill, and who could not be treated at the children's hospital.

"Sweetie I'm going to take a look at you, I'm going to be as gentle as possible with you but I'm sorry if it hurts at all. I'm going to make you feel all better, okay?" I whispered gently in her ear. The last thing I wanted was to scare her or cause her more pain.

The poor child could only let out a whimper in response. The oxygen mask she had been given was far too big on her, and covered most of her face.

I guessed the girl was about seven years old, she was a bit underweight which concerned me about her home-life, even though I knew some children were just very picky eaters. But I had my reasons to be suspicious. After all what type of parents could let this happen to their daughter? Her entire body was black and blue with bruises, and she had a large cut directly above her hip bone that would require stitches and would leave a scar. It was easy to tell her lungs and ribs were one of the main concerns, I was sure most of her ribs were cracked or broken, and that most likely one had broken and punctured her lung. Overall the poor angel was a mess and was in a lot of pain, even with the painkillers being given to her through an IV.

"Let's get her down to the operating room. I don't want to waste any time." I instructed a nurse quietly.

"Sweetheart, I want to let you know what's going to happen. We're going to take you to another room and then we're going to give you something to help you fall asleep. When you wake up again it won't hurt you to breathe anymore." I explained, wanting her to understand she would be okay and that I wouldn't hurt her. Though I wasn't sure she understood much of anything given the state she was in.

The girl managed to nod, her face was red from crying. She was exhausted, barely able to keep herself awake after what must have been a traumatic experience. Staring at her black and blue arms I shivered at the thought of someone bruising a little girl like that on purpose.

"Don't leave me," The little girl begged between wheezes. I was shocked to hear her voice, and happy she felt as though she could rely on me to look after her.

I nodded my head gently, grasping her small hand in my own.

"Never." I promised.

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